The Benadryl Diaries

Happy Leap Day to Everyone!!  This is going to be such a fantastic day.  Are you ready for it?  Have you finished your Leap Day shopping or are you going to take advantage of all the Leap Day sales?  I hope, for your  sake, that you have finished all the shopping and can relax today and enjoy all the Leap Day cheer.  How long have you had your Leap Day stone out?  We decorated ours and put it out two weeks ago.  I'm hoping the Leap Day Frog leaves me a new fishing rod this year.  Last year I got a new driver for my golf clubs.  This day excites me so!

..........Okay, so maybe I just made this up, but isn't it a great idea?  I think  that Leap Day should be an official holiday nationwide.  It would only happen once every four years.  I think that should be cause for a massive celebration.  Not only that but you should get two days off work with pay because of it so that you can travel to be with family and friends at this time.

I know! Let's make this a necessary part agenda of anyone who is running for President that they promise to use their Presidential  power to make an executive order that Leap Day become a two day national holiday.  If they don't have that political point of view, then they don't get elected.  Same goes for Congressmen and Senators.  If they aren't all for it then they get replaced at the next election.  What do you say?  Are you with me? Maybe we can start a new political party.  We could call it the Leapers Party!  I'll bet that would do away with all the partisan  politics that is stinking up our country right now.

Well, as you have noticed by the title at the top of this blog, I'm fighting allergies today.  Therefore, I am running on benadryl.  There is no telling what my mind will think of today.  At some point I may juist fall asleep.  If I do, please feel free to read my dreams.  :-D

Happy Leap Day to Everyone!!  This is going to be such a fantastic day.  Are you ready for it?  Have you finished your Leap Day shopping or are you going to take advantage of all the Leap Day sales?  I hope, for your  sake, that you have finished all the shopping and can relax today and enjoy all the Leap Day cheer.  How long have you had your Leap Day stone out?  We decorated ours and put it out two weeks ago.  I'm hoping the Leap Day Frog leaves me a new fishing rod this year.  Last year I got a new driver for my golf clubs.  This day excites me so!

..........Okay, so maybe I just made this up, but isn't it a great idea?  I think  that Leap Day should be an official holiday nationwide.  It would only happen once every four years.  I think that should be cause for a massive celebration.  Not only that but you should get two days off work with pay because of it so that you can travel to be with family and friends at this time.

I know! Let's make this a necessary part agenda of anyone who is running for President that they promise to use their Presidential  power to make an executive order that Leap Day become a two day national holiday.  If they don't have that political point of view, then they don't get elected.  Same goes for Congressmen and Senators.  If they aren't all for it then they get replaced at the next election.  What do you say?  Are you with me? Maybe we can start a new political party.  We could call it the Leapers Party!  I'll bet that would do away with all the partisan  politics that is stinking up our country right now.

Well, as you have noticed by the title at the top of this blog, I'm fighting allergies today.  Therefore, I am running on benadryl.  There is no telling what my mind will think of today.  At some point I may juist fall asleep.  If I do, please feel free to read my dreams.  :-D

The Diet Cola Killer               (working title)

by Joel Wilson

Chapter Five

Loose Ends

As Leroy drove on down the road he passed a field with several teenage boys who were playing football.  He didn't notice that one of the boys took notice of him as he drove by.  Shortly after passing by, the heavy, dark grey clouds opened up and it began to rain.

This time, Detective Jacobs had caught a break.  The engineer of the train had noticed what was about to happen.  The trains engine had a digital camera mounted to the front or it and the engineer was able to fire off a few shots before the collision took place.  These photo's were given to the police and Noah was studying them by viewing them on his Police laptop computer that was mounted inside his car. 

The photo's showed the scene at the crossing with one truck on the tracks and a large green car blocking its way.  He suspected foul play and tried to get a look at the face of the driver of the car, but could not.  However, he was able to discern that the car was an old model Pontiac Catalina.  He could not see the license plate though so he was not able to identify the owner.

On the day of the accident and after it started raining the boys went inside one of their houses to keep from getting  soaking wet.  While there they talked about the train collision that had happened just a few hundred yards from where they were playing with the football.  When the rain stopped, the boys went back outside to throw the ball some more.  As they were  exiting the house, one of them, the one who had seen the Catalina as it drove past looked toward the crossing and saw the police and fire trucks that had come onto the scene.

The boys name was Troy and the other boys called him by name to come back and play after they had seen him walking towards the tracks along the side of the road.  But Troy just kept walking.  When he had gotten to within about one hundred feet of the crossing he stopped, not wanting to be in the way of the cops that were doing the investigation.

Detective Jacobs was kneeling beside the skid marks that were left by the Catalina.  While studying the tire tread that was left on the road, he glanced up and saw Troy looking on.  Noah stood and walked over to the boy.  "Hello, son" he said to Troy.  "Awful mess isn't it?"  The boy, nervous and scared just shook his head as if to reply yes and cleared his throat.  Noah looked him in the eye with a quizzical look on his face and asked, "you didn't happened to see any of this when it happened, did you?"  Troy shook his head , no and then said "Wait!  I don''t know. Maybe" he said.  There was this car, I mean I saw a car driving away from there just after it happened.  He drove right by us."  The detective replied "us?"  Troy answered "Yeah.  Me and my friends were laying football over there" and he pointed to the field where the other boys were still playing.  Noah looked and saw the boys.  "What did you see, son?" Troy answered " well, I saw this car and it was driving down the road just after the accident.  I thought that it was weird and I saw the driver.  I also got the license plate number.   The detective asked for the number and Troy replied "717 BAR.  They were Texas plates."  "Did you get a look at the driver?" Noah asked.  "Not real good" said Troy, "but I did notice that his hair was short, almost a crew cut and blonde.  That's all I got."  The detective wrote down all that the boy had said and thanked him and let him go.  

Leroy drove the car to a grave yard for cars and sold it as is to the grave yard owner for two hundred and fifty bucks.  He had removed the license plate before selling it and thrown it in the creek along highway 17 in Guacamole county.  He called a cab to meet him there and went home.

It's Too Late to Turn Back Now

The Diet Cola Killer         (working title)


by joel wilson




Chapter Four




Three months have passed and Detective Noah Jacobs has had no luck in finding the killer of Ima Riggins.  The finger  prints and DNA he had obtained at the scene found no matches.  There was another unsolved murder in Pinktown that had happened on the same day.  The circumstances of that murder did not match those of the Ima Riggins murder so the police were unable to connect the two.  The previous killing had been due to a poison that had been placed in the coffee cup of a receptionist working at the offices of a well known architect.  The only thing similar about these two murders is the fact that there are no clues and each killer has not struck again the past three months.


Leroy was sitting in his favorite diner enjoying his lunch when he saw that man again.  He remembered the night that he dumped his wife and child at the diner.  Leroy had wanted to do something then but was unable to because he stopped to help the young mother and her child.  He was sitting across the room, eating lunch with his buddy. Leroy was able to recognize him by the jacket that he wore and the stupid look on his face.  Leroy was out eighty dollars because of this asshole and he was going to get his money back somehow.


His voice was the type that carried and Leroy overheard parts of their conversation.  They were bragging to each other about their sexual encounters with different women.  The man who wore the jacket was addressed by the name of Kenny by his buddy and Leroy took note of it. To Leroy it was like listening to old war stories.


Most of the stories Leroy figured were just made up.  Then he overheard Kenny describe in such detail about how he had had his way with a college girl just the other night.  As he listened, Leroy could tell that he wasn't just describing the sex but was describing the rape.  A deep feeling of anger began to build up in his stomach.  Leroy went to the cashier to pay his ticket and then to the restroom to throw water on his face.  He stared at himself in the mirror.  As he left the restroom he noticed the two men were no longer at the table.  Looking toward the door he saw them just as they were leaving the diner.  Leroy walked outside as well and watched the men as they climbed into the Dodge Ram pickup that had the huge tires and was taking up two parking spaces.


After following them a ways Leroy could see that they were going down a country road.  There were open fields along either side of the road and  in the distance he could see a  freight train that appeared to be coming his way.  Leroy stepped on the gas pedal and sped past the men.   Kenny thought he was trying to beat the train so he sped up also.  Leroy was driving an older model Pontiac Catalina and had enough horsepower to be sure he kept them behind him.


During their efforts to pass Leroy, Kenny's focus shifted away from the freight train that was approaching the crossing and instead on road rage at Leroy because he couldn't get around him.  Then just before the tracks, Leroy locked up his brakes and brought the car to a rubber burning stop. Black smoke filled the air around the crossing.  Kenny saw what was happening and stomped on his brakes contributing to the screeching noise of rubber burning against the road and adding to the smoke.  The smoke cleared and Kenny and his buddy's hearts were racing.  They had nearly run over the Catalina but managed to stop just short of that.  Looking ahead, they saw that the railroad crossing gates had closed in front of them and behind them as well.  Leroy's car was blocking the road ahead of them.  They were trapped.  Kenny looked to his side to see where the train was and it was already there.  The freight train hit the truck at full speed straight on, forcing an explosion  and the truck shattered in pieces.  Leroy drove  away as if nothing had happened.